Day 33 Of Writing And Mulling Over Life

Day 33 of the daily prompts:

Myth

He gripped the rim of his jacket and peered into the cave. He tried to ignore the cheers behind him, urging him to step inside. They all knew the myths of the disappeared children and the ancient gods.

He swallowed and glanced behind him. The twisted faces his friends were making seemed as terrifying as stepping inside. He took a deep breath and let the darkness swallow him. There was nothing but his heartbeat.

A Phone Call

“Hello,” she said.

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